𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙎𝙀𝙏 𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙇𝙀𝙑𝘼𝙍𝘿 // 𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙀́ 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙧 - 𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙆 𝙋𝙐𝙉𝙆

1961

"What do you mean I have to dye my hair?"

I stare at Y/N in disbelief. In just one week we were moved out of our one bedroom apartment and into our own home located in Beverly Hills. Our first night there, I saw Audrey Hepburn walking around the block. She waved at me and I nearly fainted.

For the past four days, Y/N arranged a team that would be with us for every major thing we had to do, which was basically twenty four hours a day seven days a week. Our team consisted of make up, costume and hair artists. We also had a rotating team of publicists, lawyers and body guards. Y/N had also promised us our own recording studio and the week we moved to Beverly Hills, she made it come true. Our new recording studio was located inside Atlantic Records.

When I had first seen 'PINK PUNK' written in bold gold letters, I broke down crying.

We had our own recording studio with the name of our band engraved on the door.

Y/N had also introduced us to Jisoo Kim, another one of Paramount Studio's executives who also happened to be Y/N's best friend.

Y/N Astor and Jisoo Kim looked after us and made sure we were getting deal after deal with television shows, talk shows and music shows.

Our first meeting as PINK PUNK, Y/N and Jisoo told us that they wanted to make us into musicians that would never be forgotten. They wanted us to be an infamous girl band. They wanted us to sell out shows, to produce the greatest songs and to be icons not only in the 60's but in the upcoming decades. They wanted us to shine and it made tears fall from my eyes.

They believed in us. They really did.

They believed in us so much that they booked us on the Mike Douglas Show. We were going to be interviewed then we were going to perform our debut song.

It was going to be our first ever television appearance and appearances meant having to be manipulated in a way that will make people love us.

Abby trimmed Lisa's bangs and shortened her hair until it was up to her shoulders. Nigel gave Jennie extensions and worked on perfecting what would become her signature look, the cat eye.

Now, it was my turn and Y/N decided I should dye my hair. Lisa and Jennie didn't have to do change their hair colour, so why did I?

"Why can't Jennie dye her hair?"

"I can't picture her with anything else but black hair."

"Lisa?"

"Bangs are definitely her signature."

"Y/N......" truth be told, my black hair was the only thing tying me back to my father. My black hair is the only thing I got from my father, everything else I owned was all my mother's. I don't love my father anymore but there's a part of me that still tries to cling onto the memory of him.

"Blonde. You're going to be blonde, Roseanne."

"Are you crazy?"

"You're going to be thanking me." She takes a seat in front of me and turns the chair I'm sitting in to face her. I cross my legs and my arms. I stare at this woman and try my best to not appear like a brat. I've been feeling insecure of my age lately. I've never been around so many adults in my life, it was making me feel like a pathetic child.

Jennie and Lisa seemed to carry themselves perfectly fine with the adults in the room but I felt like I was lacking. I was shorter than Lisa but it wasn't my fault that Lisa stood at five foot nine inches. I wasn't as developed as Jennie was. Sure, I had nice breasts but they weren't as big as Jennie's. I had a small waist, legs that went on for miles and a petite build; characteristics I inherited from my mother. I wanted to be a bombshell but how was I going to be that when I felt so childlike?